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She's riding shotgun in his heart Never pull the trigger
Slowly shaking her head, Mouthing words, She warned me away; But I saw you
Thursday,28th February 2014
Last night I had a dream, A garden party with Radish Moran, In which I wore your dress. At the end of the night
He wrote a new poem today Composed after hours There in the middle-distance Down the street half a block
The King's Head
thirsting for the sacred streams of forgetfulness
'Daddy, ' said the little man, 'are you 'fraid of Eateemores? ' 'Of what, dear? ' 'Of Eateemores.' The little man had a serious, probing look in his amber eyes.
First, a singular spirit who Comes to us now and then Goes without saying Goodbye
Thirteen is a number and this number thirteen is a number that only goes into thirteen
You say the pain is back behind your face between your ears? Place one plump blueberry
Two eyes, afloat Sloshing about on a bus Buoyant on the tide of Watery ooze -that is to say,
There is pride in endeavouring To have no pride at all A diabolic il-oba ida Following a fall
Literal Skullduggery: Sneaking About
Hello to the words on the page! When we meet it is like pictures in the mind; it is like slipping behind a mask made of smoke and speaking in the voice of a stranger; it is transformative. Thank you words, I am flabbergasted, amused, and terrified. We are trapped
Mashed Potato For Christmas Dinner
'Twas Christmas And the lithe wee bells did gyre and jingle in the wabe All nimbly were the stockings hung While consulting astrolabe.
Upon Awakening Abruptly
Behind the face, the skull within The organ pulses. Beyond the brain, the mind: a place Without substance.
Slowly shaking her head,
She warned me away;
But I saw you
Waiting at the window
And your tattoo,
A heart beating.
We lie by a stream
Flooding its banks
In the night.
Swim through the foam
And tell us:
Water is more real
When it is unseen,
Don't be afraid
To trust what you feel.
Truth is invisible,
So, too, is love.